I’m participating in a challenge to blog every day in May; I was supposed to post this on May 3, but was having a tech issue, so I wrote this, saved it and am now posting it with a backdate it to the correct date.

What makes me uncomfortable? Hmmm . . .

1. Thong underwear! Without a doubt, that is the first thing that comes to mind when I hear the word “uncomfortable”. I bought one pair one time more than a few years ago when they first (to my knowledge) became popular among the masses. I tried; I really did. However, those things make me not just uncomfortable; they make me immensely uncomfortable. I may not be the sharpest pencil in the pack, but I threw that pair away and never looked back.

2. Getting called into my boss’ office. Perhaps it’s because I was raised Lutheran, just a step away from Catholicism and the proverbial “Catholic guilt”, but when I get an email from the boss, I immediately begin to try to figure out what I have done wrong. Fortunately {knock on wood}, every summons I’ve received for well over 9 months has been to discuss general stuff; still yet, I’m immediately uncomfortable when I see or hear those words, “Patti, could you stop by my office when you get a chance?”

3. Dairy products. You really don’t want me to go into any detail on this one, do you? Wasn’t the discussion of thong underwear enough for you?

4. Mid-sized (15-30) gatherings of people I know in a fairly-confined space (ex: an average ranch-style home). Huge crowds at Disney World or on a cruise ship don’t bother me. Small groups don’t make me squirm. But put me in a contained space with a group of 15-30 people, and I begin looking for an escape route. My family will tell you this makes me so uncomfortable that I actually get cranky ahead of time, just in anticipation.

There you go. I guess my absolute most uncomfortable situation would be to be wearing thong underwear when called into a meeting with 15 other people in my boss’ smallish office immediately after I consumed a milk shake.  Yep, that would do it!